I want to take a drive I want to feel alive I know I can't survive without the radio I'm taking no left turns I'm number one with zero burn I've learned
She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known She died by the roadside I cried She was a princess,
Protest Song Everybody sang along Now they pan and scan And edit out the everyman Nothing matters, consensus scatters, it's all irrelevent now A soul
These broken dreams are enough To make better people give up, but not us We soldier on like nothing's wrong Did we think that we'd last this long? We
You've got a lot of problems I tried my best to solve them But mostly I just made things worse We've built a wall around us Turn on the hose and drown
Tomorrow never comes, it's always Here today and yesterday But if tomorrow stays Everybody pays For there'll be no more days She was in the front room
This teen-age kid - I almost ran and hid When he says to me I recognize you from TV, (you're all that I don't want to be) Be aware that I really use
Glitterbug with your mind everywhere I'm anywhere you want me to be Take your time but take care For in the end we're all history Don't be shy let
I almost cried on the day my country died I almost tried to care They built a wall to protect them from us all We should have left them there Revolution
She was lying on the grass Lying on the grass Watching all the cars go past The misery chords wee[ from the radio, ignored CHORUS:: That's all, that
Easy to stumble; harder to fall, Easty to bow to the flag on the wall, I pledge my allegiance to nothing at all And on the news they said the world
On top for forever A fantasy, oh no never Just wait till you hear the chorus girl A snow drop with sun stroke A love song to make you choke Wait till
It's even worse than I had feared Please go awaym there's no one here It's just a lonely day in sunny Southern California Every day just looks the same
lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity
Fallin? pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin? prophets Release the pain from the deepest closet It's like a secret that we keep in bondage Mothers weapin? from they projects
lace 'em Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have 'em Fuckin' me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity
Should a nigga plan a hit Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with Call my nigga Project Pat
There floats a phantom On this slum's foul air A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing into the spectre of endless plight face to reshape, vanity fleeting
